IM address and Type (AIM, MSN, Yahoo etc.) AIM hopecutshort
Character Name/Gender/Age: Triste Ryan/Gender/17
Sexual Preference: Nothing really but guys if she had to choose but she attracts girls because she’s masculine for a girl
Description: Look at the entry for clothes and such. She’s a bit of a loner but if someone tries she can be a good friend. She has a hard time trusting people. She acts like she doesn’t want company but deep down she kind of yearns for it. Afraid of a broken heart, really.
Height - 5'6"
Weight – 90 pounds (she doesn’t get a chance to eat much, never has money)
Eyes – blue with purple flecks (I’ve actually seen a guy with eyes like this and it was natural *coughs*and hott*coughs*)
Hair –black hair that goes to mid-back, very tangled and unclean looking (almost dread like) her hair’s parted on the side and on the right side there’s a big blond streak
Past: Her parents were killed on her sixth birthday by an illegal organization, she still doesn’t know the name.
Family: Parents dead, no one else
Other: Orphan, lives on the streets, gets by on what she can.
Sample Entry: 3rd person Triste leaned against a wall in the playground. She heard the giggles of the girls and the guys as they fought amongst themselves. She saw the conspiracies of the teachers and the new boy being taken away, thinking he might have fun but only going to get beat up. But she was too busy . . . or maybe to mean, too care. She made a point to scare people, to ignore them, isolate from them. She stood out in a crowd, that was for sure. The cultural black and brown hair of most Japanese was not shared with her, her hair was black but with a big blond streak on the right side. In description it doesn’t seem like much but in person it makes a big impression.
School was stupid. Of course everyone thought that but few actually lived that idea. Triste tried not to obsess over the hate but sometimes it ruled her, considering that she had to go, not that she had anywhere better to go. She was a junior, one more year, although she knew she wouldn’t be graduating, not that it fazed her. She never did homework, bad-mouthed to the teachers and basically did what she pleased. Why did she go to school then? It’s wasn’t as if she had any parents or even relatives holding her in. the only reason she went was because it was safe or at least a hell of a lot safer than the streets.
She pushed off the wall, getting sick being surrounded by so much innocence. Children moved out of her way, even kids bigger than her. Had she looked in the mirror that moment, she probably would have been afraid too. Her old trench coat rippled in the wind and her dark purple tank top that ignored the school’s uniform rules. It was tight but flexible, easy to fight in and so were her black pants. That was the key to her wardrobe, easy to conceal weapons but easy to fight in. she didn’t want to have to fight for her life in a dress. She patted the sword that was hidden under her coat. The gift to herself for her 13th birthday.
Avaiblity of Yourself to remain active, be honest: I’m a loser, have a lot of time ><